fantasticbeasts_kinkmeme | Prompt Post #2

ROUND 2

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"Because my last husband did." It was an admission of yet more failing, one more error in among so many others, and Percival waited to find out the response. An array of emotions danced across Theseus's face. Anger was there, and so was surprise, and something that looked like horror.
"Can we talk in the parlour please?" Newt asked softly. "One of the occamy is there, and if we leave her too long she'll go on another adventure." His voice was gentle, careful, and Newt's own expression wasn't as violent as Theseus's. Just confused.

"Sure." Theseus said quickly, backing up slightly, and shooting a look towards Newt. Newt shrugged, and Percival stood carefully, a little unsteady on his feet. The potions he had drunk had calmed him a little, given him a sense of distance from the terror that built in his chest, but he was still frightened. It was Theseus who took Percival's hand, apparating him the length of the house so that the two of them ended up beside the couch.

In the war, he would have smiled and teased Theseus about showing off by apparating such a short distance. Now, he sunk onto the couch, Newt walking in a moment later. Theseus waved a chair over, and Newt perched on the arm of it as Theseus took the seat, facing Percival.
"If you feel dizzy again say." Newt explained, and Theseus nodded. Newt leaned in, murmuring to Theseus, and Theseus's lips pressed together with anger. Percival did feel calmer, the sedatives having the desired effect, helping soothe his thoughts even as his heart raced.
"Of course."

"Where is he?" Theseus asked. "Your last husband?"
"He... he died. He died nearly fifteen years ago." Percival explained. "A fall. I... I was blamed, but...I didn't. It wasn't me." He hadn't gotten help, but he had tried. The warding around the house had held him trapped until Jauncey was dead, and by then it was too late. There had been murmurs that Jauncey's death had been convenient for his ambitious young husband with hopes of being an auror. Nothing had been proved. Two years later he was off in the continent, fighting with the British and moving on.

That was what hurt the most. Percival had moved on. He had made a life for himself, and now it was all lost. He waited for the brothers' judgement, waited to see what they would want from him. In a way it was a relief to have it all in the open, even as he worried about what would come next. If he survived the next few hours, he might have some rules he could use to shape his life, to succeed.

Theseus frowned, his gaze fixed on Percival, but Newt's hand was on his shoulder, calming him. It was clear that Newt was the one who would be more merciful, his body language calming. He was curled up slightly, not threatening but rather trying to reassure.
"Theseus?" Newt asked, and his brother turned towards him. "Could you make us some hot chocolate please?"
Theseus got up and walked out to the kitchen. Percival tried not to flinch at the sound of something being punched when Theseus was out of sight. Newt picked up the occamy from the floor, and rested it on Percival's lap.

"Could you pat her for me? Down the spine, but not on the head. They get worried if you touch their heads. She needs to get used to being handled by more than one person."
Percival blinked a little at the request, but did as he was asked, running his fingers along the overlapping scales. The occamy seemed to enjoy the attention, arching into his touch and hissing softly.
"That's good." Newt said after a few moments. "Just like that." He smiled, and Percival focused on the task he had been given, the occamy growing a little as he continued.

Theseus returned after a couple of minutes, a mug of coco in each hand and a third floating through the air ahead of him. He handed one to Percival and one to Newt, snatching the third for himself.

Percival looked between the two of them. It felt almost calm, as though they weren't angry, and the drink was warm but not hot enough to burn. He took a couple of sips as he tried to find the strength to speak, but he couldn't work out what to say. Eventually it was Theseus who broke the silence.
"We didn't know."

"I'm sorry." Percival mumbled into his mug. "I should have told you but I didn't want to cause problems. I just... I wanted to be better this time. Jauncey always... always showed me how ... how bad I was, how many mistakes I made, but I wanted to do better this time. I wanted to learn, to be good. To please you-"
"We ...we slept together in the war." Theseus said, sounding a little dazed. "I thought... I thought you wanted to-"
"You said it was just for fun." Percival answered after a moment, a little embarrassed. "It didn't matter. I wasn't committing to anything, I could just... just relax. It wasn't..." He shook his head. "I enjoyed it."

Theseus seemed to relax at that, and Percival couldn’t shake the feeling he was missing something. That he had made a mistake and frightened Theseus, even when Theseus was the one with all of the power here.
“I remember what you liked.” Percival said softly. “You… you never made it painful, it was just… just intimacy. I could do that for you now still if you want. I can do anything, I’m sorry I wasn’t… I’m sorry I had…” He shook his head. “You deserved better.”

The noise that Theseus let out was almost a laugh. He was shaking his head, and looked like he might start to cry at any moment. It was strange. He reached out for Percival’s arm, resting a hand on it as Percival continued to gently pet the occamy.
“It…was you who deserved better. But you… you were an auror Perce. You fought, you were brave and you saved lives. You came so far. Did… did MACUSA know what had happened to you when they agreed?”
“A few. Madam President did.”
“And she didn’t try and talk to us about it? Let you think you were just… just being sent to… to what? Be our toy? Please us? They were already throwing around the idea of execution, but it seems they wanted to hurt you and us.” Theseus’s eyes glittered angrily, and Percival flinched back slightly.

“Theece.” Newt snapped at his brother, pulling him up from his anger. “None of that was Percival’s fault, at all.”
“I know that.”
“Then stop taking it out on him.” Newt said softly. He watched Percival closely before speaking, his gaze resting on Percival, focused. “Yesterday, you helped with the creatures. If you could continue with that, it would help me a great deal.”

Percival nodded quickly in response, trying to understand. It seemed like Newt was offering him a way to start to repay his debt, a way that he could rely on. He nodded quickly. It occurred to him that whatever they had drugged him for hadn’t started yet.

Theseus managed a faint smile, but his eyes were shadowed.
“This man… hurt you a lot, didn’t he?” Theseus said, speaking carefully. “You aren’t going to be hurt here.”
Percival thought of everything that Jauncey had told him. How it had always been punishment he deserved, mistakes that he had made when he should have known better. He couldn’t help believing that it was his fault. It seemed like he was tricking them, and that when they discovered how bad he was, he would be punished.

“I’ll try and be good.” He promised again, the words sounding weak, echoing emptily. The strange thing was, they seemed to be blaming Jauncey for what had happened. “It wasn’t his fault…” Percival murmured. “He just gave me what I deserved.”

Theseus sighed softly.
“No. We’ll show you what you deserve Perce. Just give us time.” Theseus sounded like he was in pain. “But it won’t hurt. You won’t be hurt, not by us, not at all.”

Percival tried not to think of Jauncey’s friends. But Theseus sounded so honest, so sincere.
“Do you have anything you want to ask?” Newt said softly.
“Why did you give me that potion and then not… not punish me?”
“To calm you. It gives a little distance, it makes conversations like this… easier.” Newt answered, and Percival could see the logic there.

“I’m going to cook dinner now.” Newt said, leaving Theseus and Percival alone. Theseus was gazing at the occamy on Percival’s lap.
“He’s dead?”
Percival nodded, and Theseus sighed, silence falling between them. Theseus was lost in his own thoughts, as Percival tried to make sense of what he had been told. When Theseus had said he would give Percival what he deserved, it felt like a promise not a threat.

Prompt Post #2

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